The Kingdom of Rynial has flourished for 500 years, all in thanks to the Lianial Wall. However, signs show that the wall has begun to weaken and a Life Mage, which could save the kingdom, hasn't been seen in some 300 years. Fear slowly stirs and whispers.

Khebryn (Kheb) Ahnamir~~~19MaleHumanAppearance: Thin, tanned and toned, all as a result of working under the hot and harsh conditions of the almost-desert of the fourth territory, Khebryn stands at 5'10", and denies any of that height being attributed to his hair. While his mother so fondly referred to his mop as a "dead echidna," a more accurate description would be thick, straight, fluffy, and completely unmanageable. The color is peppered black, gray, and white in completely irregular and uneven patches, and it reaches a few inches past his shoulders. His eyes are wide and amber colored and his face is angular with a pronounced jawline.Attire: None.History: His mother and father gathered stalks of grass and palm fronds to weave baskets for their impoverished desert village. Their first three sons helped them, and Khebryn was doomed to the same fate. When he turned 17 and looked around, he realized that his brothers were all married and settled down and still working, and it dawned on him how mediocre and mundane it all was. In a desperate attempt to flee the monotony, he made for the capital city at the first opportunity. Unfortunately, his first opportunity was a band of beautiful and handsome gypsies with the first liquor he'd ever tasted, resulting in poor Kheb waking up under the shelter of a spit of oasis near the edge of the desert, penniless, clueless, hungover, and nude. His three older brothers and his parents remain in his hometown.Personality: Khebryn was never as strong as his eldest brother, Sobekh. He was never as talented as the second oldest, Aaru, and though he was clever, he was nowhere near as wise as the third son, Ijah. However, as the wild child of the family, he was certainly the fastest and the most troublesome. While everyone worked hard to gather materials for their weaving, Kheb was always distracted tracking desert mammals and chasing after geckos. He refused to learn how to read, though the third brother often offered to teach him, and any attempt at basket weaving he made ended in embarrassment. It was because of this self-proclaimed "uselessness" as well as the monotony that he left, hoping to find adventure and excitement in his future.